Traditions

Last night I went to a wedding from two of the doctors I work with. The father of the bride and the bride herself are both doctors who work with me. The groom is Catholic and the bride is half Jewish and half Catholic. They were married in a church ceremony since the bride was raised as a Catholic. When we ended the cocktail hour and went into the reception, we were all seated as the band announced that an uncle was going to do the blessing. We assumed that it would be a Christian blessing. A challah bread was rolled out and the bride's uncle recited the prayer over the bread and wine, first in Hebrew then in English. After that he explained the breaking of the glass and asked the groom to break it. When that was done, the Hora began to play and the bride and groom were lifted onto the chairs and danced with their hands high in the air. It was such a beautiful sentiment. Even though she was raised in the church, on the most important day of her life she showed respect to the traditions that her father was raised in. It was touching.